Three months later, when everyone had moved onto free giveaways, Nardini, in a brilliant any-publicity-is-good-publicity move, resurrected the debate with an article a piece of advertising on Elephant Journal asking, “What’s the big deal about yoga and weight loss?”

I have to admit, when I read this list, I realized how crazy it was that I wasn’t taking every last dollar I had and throwing it at the feet of such an esteemed patron of the Awesome Human Society, which apparently needs a helping hand. Like, if you stop and think about it, things have got to be pretty “interesting” around Camp Nardini if people start popping out of the wood work throwing around cutesy drivel fit only for moms to send to their neighbors via Hotmail when their sons graduate from medical school or get released from prison.

Anyway, the real meat of the piece, the part that sums up the entire yogilebrity scene into one perfect little saffron-colored bow, is the very “punk rock” ending where Brian says in no uncertain terms that if you disagree with him, you are simply wrong or a liar:

“[Sadie] is fan-fucking-tastic. She’s knowledgable [sic]. Her teaching is valid and consistent with yoga philosophy. She’s a real friend. She is loyal. And she walks the walk. Anyone who says differently doesn’t know her, or they are lying.” [emphasis mine]

Wow! Did we miss the memo or something? Did the vast universe of disagreement and discourse—the very foundation of informed critique—somehow magically turn into a six-year-old’s birthday party meltdown? Classic punk rock move!

Apparently, this is what happens when Gibson Guitars publicly endorses you.

I guess Crass was right:

Well, never ones to be outdone, in response to Williams’ list of back rub strokes we The Babarazzi came up with a quick list of ten things you probably never knew were true about my old friend “Right Hand.” It’s been so beaten up lately, we thought it needed a lil’ pick-me-up.

Maybe we should all take a page out of your right hand’s book. I can’t remember the last I wrote my hand who has meant so much to me to say exactly how I feel, critics be damned. I can’t remember the last time I told my hand how much it has helped me, instead of picking on it for leaving the toothpaste cap off AGAIN, or not being attentive enough to my genitals when I come home from a long day at work.

BRILLIANT. yes, my right pinky toe hasn’t gotten the credit it deserves. it take the brunt of the crud from the dirty NYC streets, it let’s itself be smashed into my sexy shoes (and even plenty of ugly shoes), it does the final balance act in many an asana, it reaches forward like a champ to counteract my heel bone supinating, its even been known to rock a pinky toe ring on occasion. all the while it does its great work, never complains, never gets credit, and is a loyal friend. someone please give my pinky toe the respect it deserves!

You know what my right hand does? It picks up my fork and food so I can eat. I don’t have to mash my face into my plate and slurp up the food because my right hand is awesome. The best! Can you believe how great my hand is? …..does everyone’s hand do that?

Hey! You’re back! So nice to see you! Feel free to check out our pieces on and open letters to Leslie K., Douglas B., John F., and a dozen or so male gurus. We just go with what we come across and whoever’s coming out with it.